"I would never call you fat darling," Susan said with absolute focused conviction, before smiling easily as he drew her into his arms. "You are my dearest companion, and even if you were fat, which you very obviously are not," she said, poking him in his obviously taut stomach, "It wouldn't matter to me in the slightest."
She leaned to one side obligingly to let Seamus get up, snorting slightly at the sight of his refrigerator filled with alcoholic beverages. "A jam jar sounds lovely," she replied enthusiastically. "Not that I know what a jam jar is beyond a jar used for the storage of jam, you understand." She frowned delicately at Dean's lateness. "I hope he's alright," she mused as the crowed roared over the wireless. "I think demanding his presence is a very intelligent idea!"